No, I’m not having an affair with Ryan Gosling and cheating on him with Jake Gyllenhall. Well, maybe I am, but I could hardly tell you all, could I? Imagine the paparazzi frenzy!

Now I seem to have lost my train of thought.

Oh yeah, dirty little secrets – the single mumma kind.

It’s amazing how handy baby wipes come in. They can remove dirty paw marks from your couch or bed linen. They’re also handy at removing makeup (you know, like when you’re trying to apply mascara and someone wants to help you and you end up with it on your nose?). They also make excellent all over washers if your baby/toddler is having one of those days/hours/10 minutes and the absolute last thing you feel like doing is having a prize fight just for the sake of a bath. They also get grubby little finger marks off the front of your fridge/dishwasher and cupboards in general. In fact, I’d call them an all round cleaning product.

Of course, I’d only ever say that if I used them for anything other than what they’re supposed to be used for.

Groundhog day. You know the day that seems the same as yesterday. The one that’s going to be the same tomorrow. The one where you wash, clean, work, repeat.

How do you learn to give on things? Not give up, but just give? I was giving this advice to an about-to-be mumma only a few weeks ago. I thought I’d gotten really good at it. But it seems old habits die hard.

I don’t want my house to be a mess (by my standards). I don’t want my nail polish to be chipped. I don’t want to spend less time with my Bubba. Or my dogs. I don’t want my hair to look like it does. But the past two days there has been no time for washing/drying/straightening.

I don’t want my pile of paperwork and my to do list – invoice sorting, medicare claiming, list of things to put on eBay, organising a stall at a market to sell the things Bubba has grown out of and will never use again – to be as long and unattended as it is. Left unattended it just seems to grow and multiply.

I sure as hell don’t want to feel like I’m reliving groundhog day either. And I don’t want to sound like a whingeing, ungrateful mumma when there’s so much to love and be grateful for, but today I needed to share my dirty little secrets.

I’d share more with you, but I’m off to meet Ryan before I have lunch with Jake.

(At least I haven’t lost my sense of humour. Or my ability to dream.)